a sharp breathing ripples
closely to a silent message of guess,
with lengths of magical chain
rattling to meet the sweat
healed between their skins
on an arched path of rib and hip,
holding in place a head bowed
by premonition and pause
through the rhythm of their mist
breaking the illusions of
taught space in ankh union
vernal serekh surfaces
to honor the core of
an unknown and once
sealed beauty in time









